Inside.
Inside of the whale I come to you
and now it's your turn,
your turn to evaluate
all those times you let go.
Outside, I've let you in
through the years, it's time to let go.
The two of us at the end.
Off the grid. Arms first.
Arms first.
Now you know, it's time to let go.
Let go. It's time to let go.

My InterpretationThe haunting delay just places you out in the ocean, nothing is all you see. Death is imminent. You think of all your regrets, but in the end you come to peace with the watery tomb you find yourself surrounded in.